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A wise child knows his father; 
Therefore, to be wise, we came 
With map and clear description of the place, 
But if he himself we had only 
Rumors, tales, bits of history. 
A wise child knows his father's land; 
These hills are his, these fields, 
This woods, this pond. 
Yet of the man himself, we find shadows: 
"I think he's move to..." 
So search this land for signs, and 
Find your father here. 
This land is he. 
Thus, wise, go, free. 
 
 
Dedicated to my friend Larry who went free. 
Summer, 1965

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